Man looked outward toward the stars
Always wondering what they held
Each passing thought like busy cars
In our heads imagination swelled

So giddy man has always been
Curious like a cat
No longer is it what but when
Technology has seen to that

Stare into the abyss with me
As it stares into our souls
The darkness shines eternally
Into ourselves it’s black like coals.

To feel out of place
Like flowers in the snow
Soon gone without a trace
Without a soul to know

The soft patter of the white
Harshness of the cold
Gone without a fight
To vanish with the old

Sometimes we feel alone
As different colored petals grow
Together in the wind all grown
In the field of flowers in the snow.

How easy it is to look back in time
Of memories fond, when life was good
As we had no care or reason nor rhyme
Believing time would stay as it always would

Pain is realizing that change always comes
When you rise one morning feeling old
Tired and cold, your memory hums
Now living a life your parents always told

This feeling greets everyone randomly in bed
Never knowing who it next picks
Some know this feeling, others look away in dread
But for all who live the Halcyon Clock ticks

So do what you love and love what you do
Try not to reminisce about the past golden days
Find the company that cherishes you
And bask in the present of warm summer rays.

We desire the most of what we cannot have
And in the phantasmagoria of it all
We can only dream

We have phrases to mark this thinking
Fantasizing of the grass being greener
Just over that wretched fence

Some take chances with it all
Clawing away to get a glance, a mere taste
Of what could have been

Relationships erode, trusts fall to pieces, we fail
Giving in to our baser instincts
Just to have what we cannot

We desire the most of what we cannot have
And how hypocritical this is in fact
That I chastise those for submitting to such actions
When I want her to do, just that.

How peculiar we are as men
As biological machines we exist
Controlled by a brain wherein
We survive, evolve, and persist

Have you ever stopped to realize
Our brain is self aware
Yearning to understand through our own eyes
Into ourselves we boldly stare

Unlike the bird that knows when to fly south
We surprise ourselves around every bend
Telling our tales by word of mouth
The discoveries of our own, never end

We are analogous to that of our creations
Intricate computers and vast A.I.
Steadily learning through constant relations
Evolving as we try

We are biological machines
Growing rampant as we tread
Ever onward we hold our destinies
Is this our own free will? or programs in our head?

Ethereal rift, shimmering tide
Calm as ripples dancing across the sea
A standstill beauty where we coincide
Gazing gently, comforting me.

Blanketing sparkle of speckled dust
Swirling sea foam and warming light
Cocooned bliss within complacent trust
Soothing me softly with twinkles bright.

Stepping onto glassy plains
Mirrors to my internal plight
Reflection of eternity remains
As I fade to the night.

Floating faintly I drift away
As gentle gales push ever so slight
Embracing me, my love, I cannot stay
As I fade into the night.

Imagine you wake up within a maze
Completely made of glass and mirrors.
When you look around, you see others
Trapped in this maze with you.
You can hear them, they can hear you
But you cannot touch them or feel them.

Now imagine that with every step you take,
Door you open, and corner you turn,
The walls change, the corners flip,
And the path set before you shifts.
With everyone's actions
This pattern continues, endlessly.

Reality is much of the same as this
We wake up one day, stuck inside this maze.
You can see others, hear others,
but never truly feel them.
For you are you and they are they.
And with every decision you make your destiny shifts

We are all stuck within this maze we call reality
There are instances where we see one thing,
But it is only a trick of a mirror to fool us.
There are some who run through this maze
There are some who walk or crawl
Reality has us all trapped however,
With never-ending paths we are shackled
To our reality made of glass.